Your mindless tears of rain...
Obtrusive enjoyment or weeping...
Exceeded a dose again...
My old creator of beeping.
My soundless nerves, which well,
In full your large talent treated...
They don't have buildups and sell -
Already forgot you and fated.
Your mystical tears of rain...
Exactly, as drops of mercury...
The winter frosts be must a fain...
Hot summer reaction secure...
(02.11.2012.12:15.№216)
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=678060
Рубрика: Лірика кохання
дата надходження 14.07.2016
автор: Вадим Косарєв